Export Comes True [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

"Style... the person I want to give this hidden weapon to, the occasion of giving it is very important, you have to make it seriously, don't miss my business, you know?"

Hearing that, the disciple had a solemn expression on his face.

What could make Little Demon Star so solemn?Is it to be dedicated to a saint?Or do you want to demonstrate the power to the border soldiers and win a big business?

"Yes, little senior sister, junior brother knows."

"Pfft, this is the first time I've heard that name."

"You are a disciple of Wanhua, and we are fellows of the rivers and lakes. You are also a direct descendant in the castle, so you should call me little senior sister."

"Then why is it Junior Sister, not Junior Sister? They don't match in age either."

The outer disciple's face froze, and his body shivered.

"Small... I mean little brother Tang Wule. A senior brother from our outer sect called him a younger brother before, but he kicked him over. The brothers and sisters who were also from the outer sect next to him wanted to fight. He knocked it over and said, "Junior brother? I'll talk if I win the fight."

The falsetto is lifelike.

Ling Dang almost immediately thought of the scene at that time - Tang Wule threw a group of senior brothers and sisters to play Jenga, and stepped on the back of the person at the top, arrogantly: "Brother? I'll talk if I win the fight."

"Oh?"

The little girl turned the judge's pen, looked at him sideways and smiled.

"Then do I need to call them one by one?"

"Don't dare."

"Ok?"

"No need no need."

The little girl squeezed her smile into her dimples.

"Then shall we continue?"

That bright and clean smile made the disciple stunned for a moment, almost doubting his own memory.

Is this... still the little magic star in my memory who wants to act recklessly?

Could it be that Ten Thousand Flowers Valley is too good at raising people?

Ling Dang looked at him in bewilderment, the disciple came back to his senses, and hurriedly said: "Hey! Good! Tell me, I will remember."

"Two boxes of rainstorm pear blossom needles, two pairs of mother and child flying claws, and two sets of Godly Zhuge crossbows."

"that's it?"

"Yep."

"They're all machine-like hidden weapons."

"It's easy to control. Others require too much manipulation. The person I want to send, she only has superficial skills."

If the bell was ten years older, the disciples would have to guess whether she was given to the little lover.

"Create a hidden weapon?"

Tang Wule's voice came.

He stepped over the threshold, and when he looked at the bell, he raised his eyebrows high.

"I don't allow it."

A dark light flashed in the little girl's eyes.

"Tang Wule, what do you mean!"

"What do you mean? Don't you understand?"

Tang Wule smiled and leaned against the door, staring at his disciples.

"Don't give her a hidden weapon."

Bell folded his hands on his shoulders, and also turned to look at the outer disciple.

"Leave him alone, continue to hit the hidden weapon."

Tang Wule lowered his head and played with a blood-transforming dart. The poison enough to turn people into thick blood was only an inch away from the skin of his fingers.

"Really? You have to think about it clearly. We do allow the takeout of the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, but there are only a few boxes. We only allow ten boxes a year. This year's..."

He tilted his head and thought for a while, then cut the word "Shi" with the blood dart.

"Ten boxes are enough."

The disciple said in surprise, "Hey, when..."

"Oh, just now. I bought the remaining two places."

The outer disciple silently took a step back.

He heard the crackling of someone's fist.

But Tang Wule didn't seem to hear it, and hooked his fingers towards the bell.

"If you want a hidden weapon, please, Master!"

Ling Dang smirked: "Tang Wule, you are not childish."

"Yes, I'm only nine years old, so I'm naive."

Feng Shui turns, and this time it's the little girl's turn to grind her teeth.

Grabbing the judge's pen, he hit Tang Wule vigorously.

Tang Wule somersaulted to avoid Qi Jin, touched his waist with his hands, untied the thousand receivers, and darted a few crossbows and arrows.

The bell tore off the window, injected internal force, and spun into an archery target. The softest cloth threw back the crossbow and arrow that could pierce the iron plate, swishing and hitting the vital point.

Those who didn't know thought they were life and death enemies.

At least the outer disciple who had heard about the deeds of Xiaobawang and Xiaomoxing, but hadn't faced their way of getting along with each other, just stood there dumbfounded, not sure whether to fight or not.

After two or three rounds, Ling Dang saw the opportunity and invoked the imperial brush technique. The judge's pen touched several acupuncture points of Tang Wule to immobilize him.

The little girl turned Tang Wule over, sat on his waist, and took out the knife Tang Wule gave her, dangling in front of his eyes demonstratively.

"Do you want to change your mouth?"

"to not fix!"

puff--

Hit the blood.

The pupils of the outer disciple shrank.

The little girl didn't mind wiping the blood on her face with the back of her hand, and pulled out the knife.

"Do you want to change your mouth?"

The disciples of the outer sect frowned, their hands touched thousands of receivers, and the flying claws of mother and child were ready to go.

The Tang Sect's rules: The same sect can fight, but can't be disabled.

"This knife, I will remember it."

Tang Wule stared at the bell gloomily, but when he realized that the outer disciple wanted to intervene, he looked over coldly.

The outer disciple stopped the hand that was operating the thousand receivers.

Bell jumped off Tang Wule, raised his ankle, and dragged him outside.

"Write it down? You have a lot to write down."

Bloodstains spread all the way.

Another disciple of the Tang Sect appeared and said to the disciple who was still struggling, "Don't worry about them, this is their way of getting along."

"The way to get along with blood?!"

"Hey, what's the matter, before Tang Wule poked Tang Lingdang's kneecap across and nailed her to a tree trunk for a day and a night, but the next day, they still hooked shoulders and backs, holding hands to pull it out, and accidentally scratched her. The hair of the cat on Tang Lingdang's arm."

Bell didn't know if they were holding hands or not. She dragged Tang Wule into the bamboo forest, took out the hot air balloon from the package, and then dragged Tang Wule's basket with people on it. After igniting it, the two of them rose to the sky together.

The bell pressed Tang Wule's head on the edge of the basket, and gently poked the back of his head with the tip of a brush.

"Did you see it? Are you tall? Are you afraid? Do you change your words? If you don't change your words, I will throw you down!"

Bell threw the brush down in front of him, and it turned into a small black spot in the blink of an eye. After leaving his sight, he couldn't even hear the sound of the object falling to the ground.

The wind was blowing, but Tang Wule remained silent.

The little girl did what she said, and her soft hand was about to grab Tang Wule's ankle, causing him to slide half of his body out.

Unexpectedly, the hot air balloon swayed violently, and the weight under Ling Dang's hands was like a thousand catties. She didn't notice it for a while, and failed to lift it up, half of the strength was removed.

The sudden elbow hit her forehead, and the bell kicked back two steps, only to realize that the weight just now was the martial arts "Thousand Catty Pendant".

The whole person was thrown onto the hot air balloon by a force, and the basket shook.

Bell raised his right hand, but the palm of his hand was pierced by the sleeve arrow.

"When did you untie the hole?"

At the same time, he bent his left leg and bumped away.

Tang Wule knocked his knee off, and knocked Ling Dang's knee back abruptly.

"Master said—"

The relentless collision between the bones distorted the faces of both of them for a moment.

"Young Master, remember the account!"

With a wave of Bell's intact hand, the flying knife cut his carotid artery without hesitation. (About being able to live with a cut carotid artery... In fact, it is not an exaggeration to put it in a martial arts novel. Di Feijing (a character in Wen Rui'an's novel) has a broken neck and has nothing to do except keep his head down all the time. )

At the same moment, Tang Wule did not hesitate to strike, and slapped Lingdang's heart veins fiercely.

Ling Dang covered his face with a mouthful of blood, and sprayed it on Tang Wule's face.

Then, there was another round of fighting.

Recruit the key points without reservation.

The bird passed through the rainbow after the rain, bathed in the warm sunlight, and was thinking with its small brain capacity whether to catch bugs or repair the nest destroyed by the storm first, and encountered a strange person on the way. s things.

Big head, small body, no wings, and fire!

Shake it to the left, shake it to the right, and things will roll out or fly out at every turn, and birds don't recognize those things.

The only thing it knew was a thing called a "pen" that it had seen from the scholar who had served it before, which almost hit it.

——It’s just that the size is different. That pen is much bigger than the ones it has seen before, just like the difference between a tiger and a cat.

Then, it swayed left and right again, the flames flickered, and I don't know how long it can last in the swaying air current.

"Chirp?"

Is this big monster still just a cub, it can't even fly steadily.

The balloon finally stopped shaking because—

Victory and defeat.

Ling Dang was slightly better, finding the right opportunity to touch Tang Wule's acupuncture points.

"Are you convinced? Do you want to change your words?"

Tang Wule grinned: "Don't accept it, don't change your mind."

Every time he said a word, more blood flowed from the wound on his neck.

Bell took a look at his pale face that had lost too much blood.

"Not convinced? I..."

The intense pain from the heart vein injury made Ling Dang subconsciously tighten the hand pinching Tang Wule's ankle.

click -

Broken bone.

Without changing his face, Ling Dang smashed his feet on the surface of the basket and leaned to the side, every breath was a twitch of his skin.

The spicy chicken Tang Wule must have shattered her heart!

The internal force cultivated by Wanhua Valley's heart-healing method "Li Jing Yi Dao" washed over and over again the heart veins, and relieved it like drinking poison to quench thirst.

The little girl lowered her eyes and stood up staggeringly.

Don't worry, as long as they have money in their world, they can eat Nayuan Pills that increase their cultivation base. After eating the daily limit of [-] pills, the setting will continue the next day. The inner strength of her and Tang Wule is deep enough for them Support for another hour in case of serious injury.

Can't die.

So, the little devil star picked up the little bully and threw him down from a height of two thousand feet without saying a word.

Then, he jumped down.

"Change—no—change—mouth—"

As soon as she opened her mouth, the howling wind poured in, and the bell made a loud noise to make Tang Wule hear her words.

"to not fix--"

Tang Wule returned to her.

The ground was getting closer and closer, and Ling Dang asked him again, even though he knew he would be smashed to pieces, Tang Wule's answer was still verbatim.

When his face was only the thickness of a sheet of paper from the ground, and he felt as if he had sucked in a nose of sand after breathing, he was grabbed by the back collar.

"Do you want to change your mouth?"

"to not fix!"

Bell took out the new hot air balloon from the package.

Repeat the previous move.

"Do you want to change your mouth?"

"to not fix!"

……

"Are you satisfied?"

"Dissatisfied!"

……

"Come again!"

"Come on!"